[ There is a minute or two where he goes quiet writing that down, staring at it, and going into an increasing panic over his interpretations of each said one being very likely wrong. ]
Is it okay if I visit you sometime and watch you do that with your baby?
I don't want to swaddle or side stomach or hush and swing and suck wrong And I didn't know we suck babies? I I'm getting something wrong
[ gorgug stop TYPING!! YOU'RE BEING UNCOOL IN FRONT OF CLARK!!! ]
[ And he'll get his address, plop another thank you somewhere in there and all that, and on the next day after school, Gorgug will divert from his trip towards his own home to Clark's, and whoever else lives with him. He's feeling nervous, maybe more nervous than he needs to be, but that's what happens when you have...accidents, involving babies. You revert to old habits, where you tuck your shoulders close in and keep your hands in your pockets.
Save for when you ring a door bell, head a little ducked. But nonetheless, when it should open-- ] Hey.
[ He does sound happy, if in a sheepish, teen way. ]
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Did you get a baby? Do you know anything about babies
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And I knew a little about babies. Having trouble with yours?
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are you actually supposed to bounce babies? Shake them. but up and down? to make them stop crying
I'm not trying to REALLY shake them it's just hard to describe in text
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Is it okay if I visit you sometime and watch you do that with your baby?
I don't want to swaddle or side stomach or hush and swing and suck wrong
And I didn't know we suck babies?
I
I'm getting something wrong
[ gorgug stop TYPING!! YOU'RE BEING UNCOOL IN FRONT OF CLARK!!! ]
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And you're welcome to visit any time.
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Thank you
When is a good time for you? I have school from 9 to 3 but not on sat or sun
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[ And he'll get his address, plop another thank you somewhere in there and all that, and on the next day after school, Gorgug will divert from his trip towards his own home to Clark's, and whoever else lives with him. He's feeling nervous, maybe more nervous than he needs to be, but that's what happens when you have...accidents, involving babies. You revert to old habits, where you tuck your shoulders close in and keep your hands in your pockets.
Save for when you ring a door bell, head a little ducked. But nonetheless, when it should open-- ] Hey.
[ He does sound happy, if in a sheepish, teen way. ]